Narcissa Malfoy x reader

Comfort

Hellows, the previous chapter was a bit too much but it doesn't stop there. 

I am sick, okay?!

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Circled around the dinning table, the students were sneaking snacks. The muggles always had the best chocolates, it seems like all the magic of Wizarding world is nothing compared to the ability of these folks to make the best tasting sweets. A package of M&M's fell on the table, all colors balls rolling down the creak of the table until one after another started falling on the floor. Which started the controversy; which colored M&M is the best? 

They all taste the same after all, but still, the only right answer is red. 

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The light starts to bother y/n. It's probably early and, and why aren't the curtains drawn? That bastard couldn't even do one simple thing. Draw the curtains. 

What even was that last night? - Y/n woke up naked, on bed, completely uncovered and exposed to anyone who walked in the room. She looked down, - down.

The sheets were stained horribly, actually they were soaking, like when you fall asleep without a pad on the second day of your period. The pain. It was different from the last night, much worse actually. The stinging sensation had stopped and now she had wounds left. It will be painful to pee. 

Call her crazy, but y/n wasn't that mad, she quite liked the pain, the pretty lines the whip had left and blood. The blood is so pretty. The girl decided to not go use the toilet now. It was far too complicated to move right now and that would require her actually cleaning herself from the mess. Might as well piss in this mess. That wouldn't be good of her, but she wasn't a good girl. 

Y/n covered herself with one blanket that was pushed to the side of the bed. Not her bed, nothing was hers there. Not the bed, not the sheets, not Narcissa, not even herself. Last night she was reminded of that when she suffered, screamed, begged for mercy but nothing happened. Actually much happened, what am I saying? The whole point being that she is not in control of anything. Not even her life anymore. All the heart twisting screams? It was all for nothing. Narcissa didn't care about her and that was proven last night. It's all right there for her, to replay it, rewatch it in her mind. 

Y/n curled up in a ball and turned to the other side, now facing the window. She wanted someone to walk in but at the same time she feared that the most. What if Lucius comes again to prove her that nobody cares? What if Narcissa walks in to agree with her husband's statement? Because yes, he was her husband and she was his wife, and who are you again? A fucking nobody. 

You heard someone walking in the hallway. Lighter stomps, slow pace, perhaps Narcissa? It's okay because it didn't matter who's coming, they are coming for you. You felt heavy laying there on the bed. Quick knock on the door. Only two taps. You wanted to tell them to go away. Go away whoever it is, but you would be again reminded that this is not your house and you have no rights. 

The door slowly opened. You didn't even bother to turn around and see who it was. "Y/n? May I come in?" It was Narcissa. The girl didn't answer but soon after the question, you could hear soft steps and door closing which meant she was inside of the room. This was the moment y/n's eyes filled with tears for the first time this morning. How can someone be so heartless? Why did she come? 

It seemed like she was standing next to the bed. You could feel her eyes on your back. You were covered with blanket at this point so she didn't see the bloody poodle on the bed or you. You were so damn convinced she knew. She must know because she doesn't care. If she cared she would've stopped him last night. She would've done something, but she didn't.